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Bacon

An alarm is set on my phone at my bedside.

Waking up a few minutes before and it’s still quiet inside.

The sun starts saying good morning to every home in the neighborhood through the dusk.

What do I do to start this wonderful day? Continue my dreams of glory and lust?

Breakfast on the mind. Bacon and even more bacon with a side of bacon is passing through my head.

Or maybe cereal instead.

But definitely bacon. I’m so tired though, I don’t want to go to the kitchen. Maybe I’ll just steal whatever my mom is making.

Hopefully it’s bacon.

Suddenly my bedside begins shaking. I forgot about that damn alarm clock! It always scares me nearly to death and it’s one of my least favorite things if I’m not mistaken.

What was I talking about again? Oh yeah, BACON!

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